And his room? Forget about it. Somebody in the berth next to his was having the trip of their life every time he stopped by, and he wasn’t interested in listening. He wished he didn’t even have to go back there to sleep.
So it was better to hang out here, in the sun. Lots of sexy bodies to look at, and hey, if he got some free voyeur action, bonus. He’d never thought about it before, but he did kind of like watching. But probably not as much as the guy sitting alone at the corner table, whose hands were out of sight in his lap…
“Here you go.” The bartender put an oversized frozen drink in front of him. He’d wanted a beer, but the guy–Griffin, his nametag said–had warned him the beer wasn’t staying cool long out in the sun and heat, and had talked him into the bar’s specialty drink.
He sipped from the straw–daiquiri or colada? Did it matter?–and gazed across the bar to the pool area.
“You should come as a crew member next time, bro,” Griffin said. “You’d be having a lot more fun.”
“Yeah? Why’s that?”
Griffin leaned over and lowered his voice. “I got sucked off twice during my shift yesterday.” He pointed down below the counter.
“Is that sanitary?”
Griffin shrugged. “HellifIknow. But there’s a spot reserved down here just for that. I was told it’s not my job to tend bar. It’s my job to fulfill fantasies for paying passengers who want it with a bartender.” He grinned and saluted. “I’m here to serve.”
David took a long drink. A chick could be down there right now playing with Griffin’s sac. Except then Griffin probably wouldn’t be able to talk quite so well. “So you’re saying these chicks just, what, came up and ordered drinks, then asked if they could come around and blow you?” Crude, but…not bad. Maybe he’d get used to the open sex atmosphere. It was kind of a turn-on.
Griffin squirmed a little. Maybe he did have a client down there. “Well, they weren’t both chicks.”
“You mean…oh man.” Yuck. Mostly.
Griffin nodded and shrugged. “At first I just pretended, you know, that it was a girl. But then I kinda… Well, he knew what he was doing, and he was doing it well.”
Yowza. Weird, how hearing something like that wasn’t absolutely curling up his nuts. He’d overheard guys fooling around in locker rooms before–maybe that had made him a little immune to the normal homophobia he ought to feel.
Hanging mugs on overhead hooks, Griffin asked, “So what’s making you the saddest sad sack on this cruise?”
Sad? Did he seem pathetic? Fuck. That was lame. He took another long drink. Yeah, it definitely had as much alcohol in it as Griffin had promised. “Just getting my sea legs, I guess.”
“You mean your see legs?” Griffin laughed. “Get it, s-e-e?”
“Nah. Think I’ve definitely got those legs.” He chuckled. “Did you see those two girls earlier? When the other two piled on? Fuckin’ A.” That had been one hot show.
Griffin kept hanging mugs like he expected a massive run on beer.
Might as well spill his guts. Wasn’t that what bartenders were for? “I got this thing for a married woman.”
Griffin’s brows raised, but he kept working.
Maybe he didn’t really want to talk about this after all.
“She hot?” Griffin paused and looked at him.
“Oh yeah. The whole package–looks, money, power…” A husband who’s cool to hang out with, except… “Her husband wants me to do her while he watches.”
“So what’s the problem, bro?”
Good question. “It just seems…”
“Kinky? Made in heaven? What, would you rather do her behind his back?”
“No! Hell, no. It’s not like that at all. It’s just, I think they scoped me out, like they chose me out of a lineup or something.”
“Again, what’s the hang-up? You won the competition, right? Claim the grand prize, bro. Who else is gonna get a shot at this married broad?”
Maybe that’s what bugged him the most.
Who had already had a shot at Vic? Er, Victoria? He didn’t like thinking about that. Maybe he’d be the flavor of the week. A toy they’d pick up on the cruise and then leave behind when they docked?
Who would they have after him?
“You came here to get laid, didn’t ya?” Griffin asked.
He really had. So far he’d spent the whole trip lusting after a certain lady, and then freaking out when he got the green light to go for her. Didn’t make much sense.
His drink was getting low. He could either order another one while Vic and Britt scoped out his replacement, or…he could go grab his shot.